Thursday, August 14, 2014

I am addicted to pain killers and lip balm

How do you call a love that is there no more?I look at the lights of the funfair. They grow dimmer every year. I had a love that never bloomed, a love that I refused, a love that never was, a love that withered. There is this notion of "us" intertwined with my existence. You used to be the brightest color that dashed out of my prism.Now I smashed that prism and kept the colors.We are a reflection. A reflection of what we love, of who we love, of how we love.What I need to say is I love you. I. love. you.Was that my point? I'm not sure...

I get so excited when I find pictures that perfectly match my texts. Even though is small size it looks like it's dirty *sadsad face*Credits go to: http://poppyhunter.deviantart.com/art/Ferris-wheel-Reflection-265906683